St. Lunatics - Scandalous lyrics

rate me

..ing around here with their rims and Tims and shit

Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah)

Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy

Freaking 'tics man, I'm sick of them, they keep playin that song

They're stupid!

I said you don't wanna roll where I could go

Hard times, Hennessy and Optimos

Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors

'Cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous

Ay yo, I'm Chachee the Navihater

Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin alligator

Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator

Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player

Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, Now 'N Laters

I used to be well connected like an operator

I used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators

Woulda' hit it, but yo, I'm not a good cooperator

That's why the, that's why the people wanna get me for pollutin the sky

Factory full a bud got the whole city high

St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (without)

St. Louis po-pos wanna stop me but I doubt (I doubt)

Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude

With the hook up like Black and Blue

My milky flow's cowin these hoes, I make moves

True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper

Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin thicker

By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me

Brotha my league's speakin the truth, I'm only eighteen

Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow

My third eye's so versatile it make me smile

At myself damnit, I'm in the backfield like Emmit

My life is a movie got damnit, give me a Grammy or a meal ticket

I ain't picky until I get it, we can still kick it

Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause I'm real wit' it

Soon as I'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it

Bill wit' it, Lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it

(Wheewwww), we ain't black, we original

The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical

St. Lunatics did it all

From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall

Skip school, buyin Nikes, twenty deep up in the mall

Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow

Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all

Done worked to hard to see it fall

Seven years to get our name on the wall, Cuda called

That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now

I'm like Jordan in ninety-five, no Bull now

Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now

Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now

We in a good situation like Phil and Shaq

On our way up the hill like Jill and Jack